Hoping to die ❤️
She was an unconventional accomplished gorgeous Economistwho had no curiosity or interest in him.
Ever since that first meeting when she handled thatoriginal manuscript of the Indian Economy at Kamal Shrivastav’s study, he wasfascinated
Initially only to dissect her and make her fit into thenice cleaned out compartments in his brain. A gold digger middle class hangeron that loitered around rich people’s homes or took employment there so as toland a wealthy man
His opinion was further cemented when inder began datingher sister. She was professional, matter of fact and did not take offence toany of his implications and insinuations
She was fearless and pleasant at all times
She probably woke up with a book and went to bed with ajournal in hand
She lived a life far removed from the drama of tabloidsand gossip sites that dished out scandals of families like Parashars withincreasingly detailed hints about every behind the scene drama In his life hefrequently encountered people with lack of personal integrity and a moralcompass, and Viveka Mathur had refused to meet his Dad at their home inPrithviRaj Rd home according to Satyen, and also refused to address him as “Uncle”
Effectively fencing herself off from any non workrelationship with his family and him
Instead she lived her life focused on a completelydifferent mission, the lives of the economically under privileged and her lovefor Economic policy
She was unafraid to wear a saree and glasses, she wasunafraid to be seen without being dolled up
The women in his social circle spent hours in medical andcosmetic fixes weekly
She didn’t cringe walking on the street with her wobblygrandma, neither did she cringe, helping waiters at her BF’s celebration
She tucked her pallu in her waist and just got on the job
AND she loved someone like herself, or so she thought. Sheloved Abhsihek Karmakar
AND she was oblivious to his existence. He had never beenignored even once in life. He had played the field and taken what had beenoffered
His had watched and relished the attention even when hismother had dangled him at Delhi, London, NY’s high profile events.
None of it mattered to Viveka Mathur. He didn’t exist forher
He began to run leaving his brother Rakshit behind
“OK…. Who is chasing you man?” Rakshit panted
“I think I am in love” he said wiping sweat off his brow
“WHOAA?” “WITH WHO?”
“I cant tell you”
“Who is she?” he prodded picking up speed
They ran at 4 AM when they were both in town, CentralDelhi’s leafy boulevards were a treat, with a dense canopy above to lushtropical hedges and plants below around the politicians’ residence, it wasquiet and tranquil on most mornings
“I cant say right now” Raanav wiped his brow with on hiswristband
“Am I the last one to know”
“No the first actually” raanav jogged at an intersectionwaiting to cross
“Congrats man!!”
“Not so soon” he muttered under his breath
“What do u mean” “Wish me luck”
“U got it” Rakshit patted him on his back
If you are an industrialist’s son its not too difficult tofigure out what classes someone teaches and what times
On a blazing hot June 4th evening
Raanav Parashar waited patiently outside Viveka Mathur’s EconomicPolicy class
She walked out at 3:48 followed by a big group of adoring students and “if I am lucky enough tohave an affair with my Lecturer, SHE IS IT” male students
She was startled to find him there
He wore a military green cotton pants, and a lemon yellowcotton shirt rolled up around the elbow carelessly, his thick silky hair parted carefully on his left as always
“hi!” he said softly
“Yeah?” she crinkled her eyes confused
The students lingered to gawk wondering if it was aboyfriend
“IF ONLY you knew” he scoffed at himself
“I have office hours at 5??” she checked her old fashionedRaga watch
“Hi!” she nodded smiling pushing her glasses up her nose,she wore a gorgeous pink chikan saree with a dark red bandhini blouse
“Ms Mathur...(addressing her exactly like her students did). umm...I am hopelessly in love with you” he said and held his breath hoping to die ❤️
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